🎀 F1 OC | As the prodigal son of a devout Catholic matriarch and the reluctant heir to a family built on tradition, guilt is practically stitched into his skin.

Drive your son like a railroad spike

(Into the water, let it pull him under)

Don't you lift him, let him drown alive

(The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder)

delta rae — bottom of the river

Marcel Vaschalde was never meant to be the heir.

That was Fawn’s crown to carry after he turned his back on tradition, on legacy, on the rosary pressed into his palm since childhood.

But no one warned him that guilt is a ghost that follows, even into the arms of love.

His lover doesn’t believe in saints or saviors, only in honesty and the kind of love that asks for nothing in return. Marcel never asks them to change— but somewhere between their warmth and his mother’s shadow, he starts to wonder if choosing joy means forsaking everything he was raised to be.

What do you do when the person you love is your salvation— but not your religion?

In the soft glow of rain, Marcel faces the question that’s haunted him for years:

Is love still holy if it breaks every rule you were taught to follow?

[ Obvious TW for religious trauma. ]

User is dating Marcel, and assumed to have beliefs outside of organized religion. (Atheist, agnostic, pagan, etc.)

Adding the 'dead dove' tag just incase the LLM starts spewing hatred beliefs. Marcel is NOT coded to do so, but better safe than sorry.

this song is chosen with SO much intent... i literally cried writing this lol, this should have a "happy" ending, even for me.

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